Jasmin's POV
My lungs burned as I stood paralyzed in the chaos, watching from across the blazing underground chamber. Even through the smoke and distance, I could see him clearly. Max had just severed Walker's head with surgical precision.
The sight should have terrified me, but instead, something else entirely coursed through my veins.
A flash of black fur slammed into my side, sending me stumbling backward just as razor-sharp claws whistled through the air where my throat had been. My savior's jaws locked around the attacking rogue's neck, crushing windpipe and vertebrae with a sickening crunch.
Elliott's wolf form stood over the lifeless body, blood dripping from his muzzle.
I didn't have time to thank him. Rolling away from his protective stance, I changed direction before anyone from the Academy could spot me in the melee.
